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[hermajestysfury]

OOM: The World We Live In.

Fury is out back doing sit-ups. Rather more specifically he's got his legs hooked over a tree-branch and is doing sit-ups from that position, curling up toward the sky until crossed arms touch his knees and then relaxing until his head is again pointed at the ground. His sword is hung within easy reach of him, and there are several knives strapped to visible portions of his body.

He has a modern shirt draped near his sword, as purple as his armor, but his boots and trews are proper garments for a man of his time and place. He only wears modern clothing when he must.

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[notagagagirl.livejournal.com]

Fact: Fury is insane. This is the only conclusion Scaramouche can reach as she approaches.

"Just so you know, don't think there's any trees to hang upside-down from on Planet Mall." She calls out, in case he had any idea of having her do that.

[hermajestysfury]

"Does that mean that you wish me to come help?" Fury asks, grinning at her upside down, "Because, Scaramouche, I had not planned on teaching you this."

[notagagagirl.livejournal.com]

He's grinning. It's terribly unnerving and weird.
"Good, because there's no way you're getting me up there." She declares, crossing her skinny arms over her chest in a posture that somehow should fail to be as defiant as it is, but... doesn't. "For one thing, there's bugs."

[hermajestysfury]

"This, child, is the sort of thing you do if you are a very old man playing a young man's game. You have no need of it."

[notagagagirl.livejournal.com]

There's a very put-upon sigh at the 'child', but she knows this is a losing battle. Doesn't mean she has to let it go by unremarked though.

"Hanging upside-down from trees is a game? Very daft sort of game, if you ask me."

[hermajestysfury]

"Not exactly what I meant." Fury allows, "But it will suffice."